I’m sure this post needs no introduction. By now you have heard of The Museum of Ice Cream that is taking the States by storm. It’s a candy colored tribute to everyone’s favorite dessert (wait, what do you mean, it’s not everyone’s favorite?), and has turned into a Instagram sensation. Basically, it is so up my speed that it made me come out of hiding (
kidding – not really?).
The hubs packed up his favorite camera, and we went on a very quick date night to visit the “museum” (it’s really an art exhibit) and then head right back home. I have to give him a huge high five for these shots. He nailed each and every one, and we still managed to have a blast together despite some long lines, obnoxious Instagrammers and “the rush” we now feel as parents to get back home.
The experience started off by getting your “ice cream fortune” read by this lovely little lady, and then you were on your way to 4 floors of different pastel colored rooms – each perfectly styled to make your Instagram shots look flawless. You also occasionally got some ice cream – none of which I could enjoy because – surprise! – I’m allergic to vanilla and that ish is in everything. No joke. But lets face it. No one was there for the actual ice cream.
I was pretty in love with my outfit for the event. I shopped on Nasty Gal for the first time during a killer after Christmas sale (still happening omg), and I am so freaking obsessed with their clothes and quality now. Consider me a loyal customer for life. I wanted to wear something that was fun, but that at the same time wouldn’t take away from the colorful backdrops. I think I did a pretty good job.